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Has anything bad ever happened to you, whilst on drugs?

Shambles said:
One that leaps to mind that was pretty frikkin harsh actually happened whilst I was posting in Gibberings one night so was a blow-by-blow account during parts of it. Some may even recall...

Was tripping on 2C-E one night. Having a nice lil trip (20mg probably cos was my standard dose at the time) and chatting away around EADD as ever when the doorbell rang. Wasn't expecting anybody so was mildly nervy about answering but was 10pm or 11pm - summat like that - so assumed it was probably me ketaman who may be bringing me Goodies. But I had a lil looksee through the peephole just to check and yes it was - woop-woop! =D

Actually not woop-woop as it turned out cos as soon as I opened it ketaman was gone. Actually he had just stepped to the side where I couldn't see him. Instead I could see some geezer I've never seen before (or, thankfully, since) holding a rather large knife and gesticulating with it in distinctly unfriendly stylee shouting "Give me all your fukkin drugs and money - NOW!" in a thick Brummy accent. I was so surprised I very nearly didn't think to shut the door sharpish but instinct took over and I managed to get it mostly shut aside from having the bloke's arm halfway through it. Not the knifey arm though or I could've twatted it out his hand or summat. As it was I just had to put all my weight against the door and try to make it as uncomfortable as possible for him to keep his arm there. After a few moments of arm-squishing I managed to get the door shut.

Of course then the kicking started. The pair of 'em booting fuck out me door - and it ain't exactly the most solid door in the world. Top half is glass for a start (although the kinda glass that doesn't smash so easy thankfully) and the bottom half is pretty flimsy in the grand scheme. And the lock was hardly Fort Knox stylee either. Somewhat amazingly, the door held for several minutes though which gave me time to pace frantically wondering what the fuck I was gonna do. Of course in less panicky and/or less tripping pretty frikkin hard on 2C-E state of mind I would probably have thought to exit swiftly through living room window (am on the ground floor). Simply did not occur to me though.

What did occur was to grab me stash (at the time rather a large selection of RCs - and in quite significant quantity - but all bagged up within a larger baggie which happened to be very much pocket-sized) and hide it in a pack of frozen fish fillets in me freezer. Dunno why I decided that was the best course of action to take to save me beloved Goodies but it made perfect sense at the time. As to what to do with my own personage I was still somewhat at a loss and the door was clearly not gonna last much longer so went back to put my weight against it hoping that a neighbour had called cops and I'd be able to keep 'em out for long enough.

Literally the very moment I got to the door it went through and I was kinda like a rabbit in the headlights stood in me hallway, in me slippers, with somebody I've known for years (who was (at the time) an acquaintance I was on friendly enough terms with if not somebody I'd think of as a mate... but definitely not somebody I'd expect to be robbing me at knifepoint either :\) and some Brummy geezer with a pretty hefty blade and only 2-3 feet between us. I just froze but something must've clicked in ketaman's deeply addled brain (found out later they had both been binging on coke, booze and benzos for days) cos he shoved knifeboy to one side and yelled at me to run. And believe me I ran. They didn't give chase cos presumably felt that ransacking the flat for Goodies would be more productive.

I happened to have my mobile in my pocket as I scuttered about the place keeping my distance but also trying to keep an eye on what was happening so called plod only to find out that a) no fukker else had despite the screamed threats of intended robbery and bodily harm (such neighbourly folk are my neighbours <3) and b) it'd be 45-60 minutes before police would arrive cos the pigpen in town was shut so they'd have to send a couple out from the next town (which is quite some distance away). Gotta <3 community policing 8)

As I was waiting for plod and trying to keep an eye on what was afoot in me flat (from a safe distance and behind fences, hedges and stuff) Felix called me to see what was a-gwarnin. Actually I think he'd phoned a couple times before when I was waiting for the door to go through and the like. Definitely helped to have a friendly voice there cos I was still tripping pretty heavily and y'all can probably imagine I was just a wee bit on edge by this point.

Anyway, to cut to the chase, police eventually turned up after the two lil scallywags had scarpered taking very little of value and making a bit of a mess. Was pretty frikkin disturbing having to deal with a flat full o' piggies in my swirlsome state too, really. They ask the most irksome questions and cast all kindsa aspersions about how it was probably just some feud between drug dealers (so therefore I probably deserved it anyway). One in particular was a right smugface cunt and made all kindsa snarky comments about my (by that point) rather dishevelled condition, the state of the flat (which was pretty bad at the time, I must admit :o). They made a really big thing about how I seemed nervous when making myself a cuppa coffee cos I was shaking - had I taken anything that night, by any chance? Fuck right off you smarmy piglet cunt. In making coffee I did discover the fukkers nicked my milk though... and a number of other items from my fridge (drunken munchies, see). They'd also taken food from my freezer. All of it, in fact. Aside from one pack of frozen fish :)

Was properly traumatised by it all actually. Took months to feel safe in my own home again. For the first few weeks I couldn't sleep unless I wedged my freezer up against the front door (I was given one but it never worked but finally found a use for it). Had to sleep with a light on for weeks too. Faded eventually, of course. But I'd definitely say that counts as a Bad Thing wot 'appened to me on drugs. Probably not the worst thing but have rambled quite enough for one post :D
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Just wanted to tell you I loved reading this and thanks for writing it.
 
First thing that comes to mind was an overdose on phenazepam and 1,4BDO. I was using poppy tea heavily at the time and had run out. I dipped into the phenazepam to try and sleep. I was recklessly eating powder with no scale and was suffering insomnia from the withdrawals. It got to be about 6AM and I still wasn't sleeping, had work in the afternoon and was desperate to escape the withdrawals and get some sleep. I dosed a measured amount of 1,4 BDO on top of god knows how much phenazepam and eventually sweet sleep overtook me.

During this time, I was apparently laying in bed coughing and moaning, my mom came in to see what the noise was and she tried to wake me and I wasn't coming to. My breathing got extremely shallow and she called 911.

I woke up in a stupor, surrounded by paramedics and cops. I'd pissed myself and couldn't remember what I'd taken or what exactly was going on. My mom was crying and the paramedics and coppers were lecturing me, took my bong and blamed some spice shit on what had happened. It was a horrible time :(
 
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bloodshed344 said:
Just wanted to tell you I loved reading this and thanks for writing it.
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Doesn't that guy have a way with words? I said it in the Peeves thread and I'll say it again, I love reading Shambles posts. That was one helluva story though man. I get the impression from our mdpv gibberings and this little story that you've been through a lot and seen some shit.

Kicking your fucking door down with a knife in hand, coke benzos and booze in the equation. People out of their heads and fiending to the extreme. You are lucky to have gotten through that, but I'm glad you did :)
 
If Shambles were a cat I'm pretty sure he would have used his nine lives and died long ago. But the fact he's a human and still going is beautiful to behold <3
 
The usual ones of mates having to be carted off in the ambulance for pushing it too far while I'm losing my shit on acid and k, being eaten alive by migies, watching the whole scenario play out and expecting the worst.
 
I can only think of two kinda bad things that happened to me on drugs.
The first was taking my first trip while banged up in prison. I took the trip once we were locked up for the night until the morning.
I spent the whole night thinking the people on the radio were talking about me and how I was going to die & I thought I could hear the screws outside my cell door talking about how they were gonna come in and give me a kicking.
Not the most pleasant night of my life.
The other one I can think of is after having quit smoking cannabis and not having smoked any for about 10 years, I was given a bit of weed by a mate so thought I'd make a spliff one Sunday afternoon.
About 20mins after smoking it I felt like I couldn't breathe and started to panic which just made things worse.
I ended up calling 999 and the paramedic took me to the hospital where I was put on a bed and given oxygen to breathe. I stayed there for about 2 hours before I felt well enough to go home.
The weed had given me the first panic attack I'd ever had and it was very scary at the time and I've not smoked weed ever again.
 
Two injury-free (ego excepted) A&E visits. One broken foot and smashed up face. One short stay in police cell. One "life-saving" visit from relatives. All etizolam and booze related.

One broken nose. Two naked in public incidents. Both booze.

One pointless trip to A&E. Buckets of hash related.

No other "bad things". Thousands of drugs.
 
@PTCH Yeah but you have plenty time, I think I (and others) have had a few more years opportunity! Plus you can learn from our mistakes. My main lesson is don't accept drinks from strangers ("friends", come to think of it), and keep a lid on benzo and booze combos..

@chinup :(
 
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One night in the police cells after a day spent drinking with friends in town.
Was years ago but I still can't recall doing it but I apparently punched a policeman and was then restrained and chucked in the back of their van.
No recollection of doing it but it cost me nearly £500 if I remember rightly when I went to court, most of the cash was compensation for the copper and some court costs.
Not a clever thing to do at all.
 
I could have said exactly the same thing at 25. Not saying you're 25, it's not far off though is it?

Then I went off the rails at 38.
 
There I was happily minding my own business vaping pv like I had been for the entire week when all of a sudden BAM. I come round in a police cell with a copper sat either side of me and a Doctor about to take blood from me.

This happened all too often, (you can swap the word 'cell' with 'hospital' from the above on a few occasions.) wish I could tell you what I got up to to get arrested during blackout but I can't. I don't really want to admit to what I got charged with either.
 
I fucked a fat chick as a meaningless one night stand.

I smoked a joint with a random I met at a night club while pinging out of my skull and on the way back to the club from his car we got jumped by 4 thugs. I managed to fight my way free and run away while the poor bloke I just met took a beating. I never knew what eventually happened to him.
 
pontifex01 said:
I remember very little of any of this. Came to the next evening with my wife sleeping on the couch, still glowing from the MD and in excellent spirits, and asked my wife how the party had gone and why she was on the couch. Then she gave me the breakdown. She still brings it up on occasion :(.
Royal cock-up.
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Arf =D Absolute classic.. the times I've been in this very same situation...

Why the fuck do women put up with twats like us?
 
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